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irisintheafterglow · 7 months

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my social media has been filled with nothing but candid videos of hot guys playing scare actors so... happy halloween from scare actor!suguru

cw: mentions of eating and sweets, swearing

"god, i'm so tired. this is so tiring," an exhausted voice mutters from next to you on the wooden bench. the other side creaks from their weight, but you don't bother looking up at who it is. probably some guy must have lost his group of friends in the crowds, you figure. continuing to stare at your phone, the constant screams of terrified parkgoers slip in one ear and out of the other.

"mhmm. you can say that again," you reply with equal unamusement. you couldn't guess how long it'd been since your friends left you in favor of experiencing a particularly gory maze, one that you weren't interested in braving the headache for. it was just loud, the entire place, and the orange strobe lights casting ominous shadows in the fog was enough sensory overload for a lifetime. you continue scrolling mindlessly through your phone, spotting a lanky clown performer on stilts out of the corner of your eye. "not enjoying the spooky festivities?"

"i'm here on a dare, unfortunately." you can hear the frown in his voice and he lets out a long sigh.

"yikes. some friends you've got."

"tell me about it. what're you doing here by yourself?"

"waiting for some friends to get out of that one gory maze by the drop ride," you answer absentmindedly, entranced by a funny video of a husky fitting through a hole in a fence.

"blood king's palace?" damn. must be a frequent flier if he knows the mazes so well.

"yeah, i think so."

"i've got a friend working that one. maybe he'll run into your friends." it makes you smile, imagining your friends shrieking bloody murder while you snack on a purple sprinkle-covered funnel cake.

"i'm just here for the sweet stuff, i won't lie to you-holy fuck!" your attempt at a casual joke turns into a yelp of pure shock as you finally look up at the stranger on the other side of the bench. white-hot adrenaline shoots into your veins and it takes all of your willpower not to flee at that moment. you thought you were going to see just some other loser with an obnoxiously bright lanyard. instead, you're met with a skull-faced, sharp-jawed, man-bunned dreamboat that begins apologizing profusely for frightening you. after a few moments of steadying your breath with a hand over your heart, you take a good look at the intricate face makeup and note how enticing he looked in all leather. "next time, let me know before i look up that you're one of the scarers, yeah?" he chuckles sheepishly in stark contrast to his menacing appearance.

"sorry about that. i can get you that sweet stuff you mentioned with my discount." he pauses, dark eyes flicking across the passing visitors like he's looking for someone. "give me a sec; i'll be right back," he instructs before blasting off from the bench with a startling burst of speed. his knees slide across the ground first and sparks fly from the friction of the kneepads with the concrete. a terrified group of teenage girls make a run for it, only to be stopped by the same clown stilt-walker you saw earlier. before you know it, he's strolling back over to you with his hands in his pockets like nothing had happened, a few strands of stray hair the only evidence that he moved at all. "back to what i was saying," he continues and you laugh at the irony. "you feeling a candy apple or funnel cake? i can get both, if you want."

"you're gonna buy something for a total stranger?"

"if it means i can start over and meet you without the scary face paint, then yeah," he shrugs a lean shoulder and you fight the urge to drool. "i'm suguru, by the way." when you introduce yourself in response, he murmurs your name like he was committing it to memory. feeling your phone vibrate on your leg, you swear under your breath when you see the notification from your friends saying they'd finished the maze. part of you wanted to tell them to just leave you so you could keep talking to the handsome scare actor, but you knew they still wanted to spend the rest of the night with you.

"can i take you up on that funnel cake another night? my friends just left that vampire palace thing," you say regretfully, holding up the message for him to see.

"sure thing. can i walk you over there? i'll make sure no one bothers you, scarer or otherwise." his tongue dances over a sharp canine and you have to swallow thickly before answering.

"yeah," you agree quietly, heart pounding even louder than the lilting organ music. he smiles at you in relief and your brain short-circuits. "i'd like that."

for the next seven-something minutes while you walk across the park to find your friends, suguru slips next to you like a bodyguard, momentarily disappearing to scare some unsuspecting guests but always returning to your side. he walks with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, waltzing down the paths with you and leading you down shortcuts that seemed too frightening to brave alone. most surprisingly, the other scarers steer clear of you when you're with him. a brunette scarer with short hair in a tattered victorian gown calls after suguru teasingly when she sees him escorting you and the self-assured smirk that appears on his face was enough to make you pass out.

"can you tell your friends you're making a detour?" his question becomes rhetorical when you have no choice but to follow him as he beelines for the nearest funnel cake stand. he cuts the line and approaches the pick-up window; an unamused man with plastered-down blonde hair eyes him warily, scowling when suguru whispers something in his ear. other guests stare at him in awe but he only seems to focus on you, explaining something about working at the park with all of his friends, including the emo kid at the fryer. after a few minutes, his mouth quirks in that arrogant smile again when he nods toward the fresh purple-sprinkled funnel cake sliding across the counter. "alright, detour over. let's go find your friends."

you don't notice the phone number written on the napkin until after he's already disappeared into the fog, but he's determined to see you more than just during halloween.

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#midi this one's for you #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #suguru x reader #geto x you #geto x reader #geto x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x y/n #suguru geto x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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fandomsniper · 5 months

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so this is my take on human Caine

keep in mind that this is all my headcanons and imagination, and I'm going with the theory that he is an AI and he wasn't a human before

(again it's my hc!) also minor tw for drvg mention

so going with that logic, man is an AI, for his whole life all he was, was lines of numerical codes and suddenly he's thrown into this world and becomes a human, as we all are aware a human body needs to comply to the laws of physics, biology, etc., it has needs that need to be taken care of for it to function right which an AI in a digital world doesn't need to do so imo all of that had to mess with his head a lot, I think that there is a high possibility that he would experience some kind of body dysphoria, he would feel that this isn't HIS body, that something isn't right, something doesn't fit etc., that would be pretty logical

complete change of how his brain operates (idk what he had as an AI but let's also call it a brain lol), human body operates on five basic senses, which is something that he didn't have to submit to, the list of "senses" he had as an AI in a digital world is probably long as fuck and now he has to lean on only five basic ones? that gotta suck and be absolutely difficult (which should be obvious, imagine suddenly becoming blind or deaf, now you need to learn to operate with even less senses than you had, fucking sucks), back in the digital world he could do practically everything with little effort and now? he is limited by this human body/world and all the laws it needs to obey

still on those senses, I think they are all over the place because of the sudden change so he would be prone to sensory overloads or something like that

he literally needs to learn all social rules, written and unwritten, and overall the basis our world works on, which we had YEARS to learn about as we grew up, and yeah as an AI he had some info about humans and our world 'cause he had direct contact with us back in the digital world but it wouldn't be even close to enough to live here among us (heh) completely out of nowhere

because of all of this, I think that he would be a total train wreck and he would be very prone to fall into some unhealthy habits, like for example imo he could easily get addicted to drugs (idk what kind tho), he takes some pills and he can "get back" to his old life at least for a moment? sign him up! for that short period of time, he could feel "right" again, he could have control again [I'm also leaning towards the idea that he could develop some kind of control issues considering who he was back in the digital world as an AI], drugs give you a high which on you can imagine/hallucinate/feel a lot of things so yeah, he could easily get addicted to those, especially if his trips would revolve around him being back in his digital world, his home

and nope, it's not me projecting onto my fav character yet again, not at all (I'm a big liar)

but fr tho, I think it would make sense if he actually was an AI who was never a human and somehow he got out of the digital world with all circus crew

and I made a visual of him in a picrew! (if anyone will want it, I will drop the link to it)

I made some small adjustments in ibis paint lol, like the eye color and the roughly drawn Glasgow smile scars (for some reason it just fits him??? cause he was literally all teeth and it connected in my brain??? idk but my mental imagine of him as a human has those scars, can't do anything about it) + a bit longer lines under his eyes

he would look like he's in his really late 20's or early 30's

bonus, cause I found that t-shirt in the maker lol, Jax gave it to him

a playlist I made and some footnotes with fun hcs

he would love the movie "The Greatest Showman", can't tell me otherwise

I think he wouldn't have a specific music taste, no specific genre etc. but I think he would enjoy music from 80's and 2000's

he cried watching Bambi

his fav candy is Skittles

for the first two weeks the only thing he would eat was any variation of buttered bread, breakfast? toast with butter, dinner? buttered bread with salt, supper? toast with butter but this time with no crust, he would have continued this if Ragatha didn't step in and practically force feed him scrambled eggs one morning and then continued to do so with other foods until he stopped eating just bread

he likes Lady Gaga

he's not allowed caffeine, under any circumstances, never again, the circus gang decided that as a group

surprisingly, he enjoys horror movies

Jax showed him that one video of car driving through the hills (iykyk), he fell out of his chair

his room is very cluttered, messy but in this artsy-homey way

he picks on his skin a lot, especially when he's nervous and because of that his hands are covered in band-aids

he once saw Zooble smoke and asked if he can try, now he joins Zooble on "smoke breaks" because he picked on the habbit, Zooble kinda feels bad about it

#tadc caine #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc theory #human caine #headcanon #my hcs #playlist #the amazing digital circus Caine #tadc zooble #tadc jax #tadc characters #long reads #long post #picrew #footnotes #theory #headcanon time #Spotify

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indouloureux · 2 years

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joey with a s/o that has asd/adhd and having a sensory overload pls?

honey unfortunately i dont know how to write that seeing as i dont have adhd myself :( i might get everything wrong and i don't want to offend people so i'm sorry

however i can write sensory overload (did a bit of research that's why it took awhile) so i hope this would suffice <3

everything around you blooms in color — red for the balloons children pop, green for the tall slides, yellow for the basketballs to throw into big holes, and brown for the eyes you stare at whenever you find something entertaining and smile up at him.

joseph takes your hand tightly into his, keeping you close to his side as the people increase within the fair. and his walk is fast, eager, as he guides you in between enthralled people to make it to the pier.

"babe, slow down," you yell, clutching a bag of half-eaten pink cotton candy into your chest. "i—oh!"

you trip on something, and for a split second you might have thought it was a crawling toddler. you're lucky enough to fall onto his side than the sticky, wooden planks, joseph spinning around to catch you. your nose bumping hardly on his chest.

"oh my god, i'm sorry!" he cups your face, turning it up so his thumbs would press on either side of your nose. "does it hurt?"

"a bit," you sniffle, a slight throb up your nostrils that he massages with gentle squeezes and a kiss. "lets keep going."

he runs a bit slower this time, until you reach the edge of the docks just in time before people had filled it in. joseph presses you against the wooden railing, his hands on either side of you as your back rest on his chest.

"how many minutes 'till the fireworks?"

flicking his wrists, he squints to see the time in the dark. "three minutes," he says, taking a piece of cotton candy and popping it into his mouth. "god, it's really loud."

there's a light sting inside your ear, sinking deeper into his chest as you blink rapidly and shake your head. "yeah. it's— it's a fair. there's lots of kids going missing right now."

your eyes trail on the boats from afar, to the tatty wood of the docks you walk on, to the screaming, misbehaving children from behind, and the crinkles of the plastic you hold whenever joseph reaches over to pluck out the pink cotton.

he snorts from what you said. "how much do you bet there's at least twenty kids at the entrance?"

"ten pounds,"

"weak," he squeezes the button of your nose before kissing the top of your head. "make it fifteen."

you frown at the sudden pop of a balloon from afar, head tilting that your left ear presses against his chest. your sudden closeness brings him to a realization, and he's hugging you close to him, pressing gentle kisses on your hairline to help.

you relaxed a little, shoulders deflating into his touch and gave yourself the sweet cotton candy until the fireworks start shooting up in the dark sky without warning. you jump slightly, the bag being crushed by your two bodies as gunpowder explodes into blinding colors that strain your eyes.

everything hurts — the volume louder than it should be, your nose stinging from the constant sniffling, and your mouth all dry. you hate the fact that joseph's shirt stings against your skin, squirming yourself away to hide your ears behind your hands and duck your head.

and joseph knows, because his hand's are stretched out to touch your arms, trying his best to keep all his clothing away. his words of "i'm sorry, hun. let's get out of here," are muffled by the loud explosions and your ears, guiding you away from the suffocating crowd

you don't know how long it took for you to end up in the parking lot, the back of his car open and the fireworks faint but still loud. the lot's less crowded, occasional revving of cars passing by to go home. joseph urges you to sit on the back, and despite being in public (although hidden behind a tree), he's removing his shirt and throwing it aside.

joseph reaches out to remove your hands from your ears, fingers slithering up to tangle themselves with yours as he urges you to sit back so he can slot himself beside you. your heartbeat slows, especially when he pushes your head to his bare chest, your ears stopping its ringing.

"i should have thought about this happening," he murmurs, rubbing your shoulders to sooth you and to warm you from the cold air. "i'm sorry, love."

"it's alright," you pick on his shirt, his fabric no longer burning against your touch and instead leaves a gas of his scent up your nose that alleviates the pain. "we didn't expect it, anyway."

he keeps kissing your head, blows the sweat off your forehead gently. joseph runs his hands through your hair, keeps on pushing you closer to his chest that your cheeks buried against it.

"do you wanna go home?" he whispers, eyes trained on the fireworks from afar but focus remained on you.

"no," you murmur. "we can just stay here, if that's okay?"

he looks down, kisses your nose where it hurts, and smiles at you. "whatever you want, baby."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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march-harrigan · 2 years

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Could you do a Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane (Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo!) x Autistic! Reader, who is a Halloween fan just like him, pretty please? :///3

Hello! Yes! I finally finished this! The autistic part comes in about halfway through the story, but it's there! I promise!

I may have ended up drawing a bit too much from my own experience as an autistic person. I know not everyone experiences sensory overload the same way or at all, but I hope you like it!

Halloween was their night. A night that held significance to them both above all others. More than any other holiday or their regular date nights. More than either of their birthdays, and even more than their anniversary. Dr. Jonathan Crane and his partner lived for Halloween, and they showed their love for the day with as much enthusiasm as they did their love for each other.

Every year, on the first of October, they would decorate. And every single year, their home was a sight to behold. A spectacle of black and orange, fun and horror for all who lived on their block to enjoy. The more traditional ghosts and skeletons would hang from the trees, looming over tombstones with amusing inscriptions. Animate statues of horror movie icons lining the walkway up to a front deck covered in hand-carved jack o'lanterns of every variety from spooky to silly. And Jonathan's favorite part of the display… The hay bales and post.

Oh, they didn't seem like much on their own throughout the month. But on Halloween night, Jonathan would don his Scarecrow attire and take his position on the post. Perhaps it was the realism in comparison to the other decorations. Maybe it was the curiosity that this particular scarecrow seemed to attract more crows than he frightened away. But inevitably, curious trick-or-treaters would come up to investigate. And when the children had gathered 'round, mouths agape and eyes searching for even the slightest sign of movement, he would jump down and yell.

"HROO-HRAAA!!"

Some of the startled youngsters would scream and scatter into the night. But the brave ones, the ones who stuck around were always rewarded. King size candy bars, bestowed upon them by Jon's loving companion.

Of course, the couple had another important tradition. And that was their attendance of the local Halloween Festival.

It was easily one of Jon's favorite parts of the season(second only to scaring children). But it was actually his partner who always insisted on going. To them, the festival was the pinnacle of the entire Halloween experience. The snacks, the games, the apple cider. The haunted hayride and the opportunity for everyone to show off their costumes. These were the things Halloween was about for them, and they were the very things the festival provided. And so they would skip around the fairgrounds in their costume, pulling Jonathan close behind them. They would bob for apples, tour the haunted house attraction, and gorge themself on enough sweets to make anyone sick. To them, it was absolute bliss.

At least at the start. As much as Halloween was their hyperfixation, there WAS such a thing as too much of a good thing. Jon had seen the crash every year.

Of course, he was aware that his love was autistic. And, naturally, he knew what that entailed. After so much exposure, the lights would be too bright, the crowds too loud, and their costume too itchy and uncomfortable to manage. It would all become too much to process and a headache would be the least of their worries if they decided to push themself. And blessedly, Jon would never let them.

He knew what signs to look for. They might start to feel too warm. Or maybe their response to a loud or sudden noise would be more noticeable. Not just in how they would jump or flinch, but even in the way they covered their ears. Other times, they could be more irritable, briefly snapping at him although it would be followed up with a quiet apology. He never took it personally. He knew it wasn't him that was bothering them. But when they had reached that point, he knew it was time to get them away from the cacophony of sensory input.

And so each year, without fail, he would locate the quickest escape route and lead them out of the crowd to their quiet place. A corn maze on the edge of the fair grounds. Not the haunted corn maze attraction you might expect to see at such an event. Just a simple maze where the two of them could go for a walk and get lost, away from all of the chaos for a while.

At first, the pair would walk with a couple of feet between them, Jon wanting to make sure that his partner would have some time to come down from the sensory overload. But as the quiet minutes under the starlight passed, eventually, they would let him know they were ready by taking his hand. The two would walk in silence until they found the exit, where they could sit on a couple of hay bales and talk until they were ready to go home. And each year, just before standing up to leave, Jonathan would rub the back of their hand with his thumb and smile. "Happy Halloween, my love."

"Happy Halloween, Jon."

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #dc scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #hhsd #happy halloween scooby doo #drabble #one shot #autistic reader #I noticed I don't have much if any dialogue in my writing #that may be something for me to work on

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anotherpapercut · 8 months

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Ayo, as someone whose only hallucinogenic experiences have been in the following, what are your thoughts on/have you tried DMT and/or salvia (divinorum)? I tried both in the one night a couple of years ago and it was an incredibly enjoyable experience but I've not tried other hallucinogens, I wouldn't mind knowing how you compare it to other hallucinogens! (if you can)

I've not tried salvia but I have tried dmt a couple times and funnily enough I fucking HATED it. like I've tried maybe 2.5 times and I remember the whole time (for context for those who don't know, dmt lasts like 15 minutes max lmao) being like "holy shit I need this to be over NOW holy fuck I'm gonna DIE" bc for me it honestly felt like insanely intense sensory overload. like everything was loud and bright and assaulting my brain. a poster of some kittens saved my fucking life one of the times ajhdkabdjd I stared at them and they gently lifted me back to reality

so I think if you started with DMT and salvia ur fuckin GOOD bro like ur ready lol. acid is pretty similar feeling to DMT except imo a lot less intense, and it lasts all fucking day so you can do a lot of Fun Activities. shrooms are pretty similar, usually a lot easier to tailor ur dose ime and they last like 5-7ish hrs usually as opposed to the like 8-15 you get with acid. so w those two I think if you liked DMT and salvia you'll probably like them, bc they're very similar just less intense and longer acting! from what I've experienced the visuals and stuff are slightly different on all of these but it's the same kind of experience. so most people I know have 1 favorite that for whatever reason meshes best w their brain (I'm an acid guy, most people I know find shrooms to be gentler tho!)

MDMA is probably my personal favorite in the psychedelic class because that shit is straight happiness to your brain. music is great on most drugs but on molly oh my god. like. you need to dance bc all of your cells are dancing. and you LOVE. just so much LOVE. I recommend doing a candy flip (acid and molly) or a hippie flip (shrooms and molly) bc the effects play off each other and make for an extremely pleasant experience (provided you're being safe of course!!!!). I would NOT do this ur first time for clarification, because you always wanna see how you do on stuff alone first but if you end up liking them keep it in the back of ur mind for someday when ur favorite band releases a new album or smth :)

#so funny to me that u fuckin started with the crazy intense ones i love that for u anon #ur stronger than i an dmt absolutely killed my brain lmao. most of what i remember is intense buzzing and paranoia #like i said i just stared at this kitten on a poster i have and he spoke to me and kept me calm #and him and the other kittens guided me safely back to earth lmfaooooo #and ive not tried it since ajhdkabsns. sometimes i swear i can taste it in my weed and im like OH GOD NOOO but its not that kfnajdb #imo it smells like fucking burning plastic. haunts me jdhdjsn #drug ed #for molly safety see what i posted yesterday!#ilso if like me u are a music guy i cannot recommend acid enough for listening to albums #i prefer to listen to new albums the first time on acid because it makes for a really beautiful experience usually #and then when you listen to it again youll feel the acid afterglow and get all warm and fuzzy

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occasionally-good-authoring · 2 years

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Breathing Life Into Dead Bones

does simon canonically have a scar on his neck from where valentine tried for death two: electric boogaloo? no. should he in my opinion? yes

reblog if you liked it, i may write for myself but i post for feedback and spreading my writing

tw: sensory overload

@rainbow-frog-earrings

The sun still feels alien to Simon. Wrong and horrible. He shouldn’t be able to do this. To be sitting on a rooftop with their friends on an November day with three bags of discount candy between them. It is wrong. He should be cold, so very cold.

He hates turtlenecks. They wear one now, even though Simon feels like he can’t breathe. Which shouldn’t be a problem anymore. Hell, sometimes Simon forgets to breathe for hours. But it is and the air is stuck in their throat, refusing to fill his lungs that don’t even need it. All they want is to go. To just, leave, and let the skin that should burn sit in the dark.

Still, they force themself into fake enjoyment. He eats the candy Magnus made just for him, with just enough blood so that they can eat it. They laugh when everyone else does, and smiles when he’s not laughing. He tries to keep eye contact as best they can.

They have no idea what anyone is saying, all the words are white noise, as horribly bright as the sun is in his eyes. He wishes they could turn their ears off and sink into the shadows of the building. Let themself be swallowed up by the quiet and dark and take off this stupid turtleneck that’s the only reason everyone’s eyes aren’t staring at his neck.

Someone taps his shoulder. It takes all Simon has not to flinch. They look to see who it was. Sunlight shining off of blond hair burns his eyes.

“You haven’t breathed in a bit, are you okay?” She asks it quietly. Not drawing attention to Simon, thought it would be hard to with Izzy and Magnus’ loud debate. Jace’s words are the only one he’s understood yet today.

All Simon can do to respond is nod. He tries to take a breath, they can’t. He has to try not to gag when he tries to take another. They try for breath after breath, each one not filling their lungs but his stomach with a sick feeling. His scar aches. Jace sets their hand close to Simon’s, and Simon takes it. They grip it so hard Simon’s afraid he’ll break it. They cannot make themself let go. Simon stops trying to breathe.

It doesn’t make it any easier, he just feels sicker and his scar seems to tighten on their neck.

“Do you want to leave?” Simon can barely manage to nod. Jace’s voice gets louder and he makes an excuse that turns into more horrible white noise. Jace helps Simon up, making sure it looks like Simon’s perfectly fine. They manage to walk normally until they’re in on the level below of the fire escape. Simon leans heavily on Jace and tries to pull the turtleneck down. Jace tears the back of the neck and helps Simon walk down the fire escape into the alleyway 13 floors down.

The alley is darker and quieter, but it still burns painfully in his eyes and ears. Jace’s arm is wrapped around his waist with a gentle warmth that Simon finds himself melting into for reasons he doesn’t know.

They blink and he’s on the bed in Jace’s room of the New York Institute. He doesn’t know how they got here, but it’s dark and quiet and Jace is letting Simon hold her tight enough to nearly break their ribs. They draws circles on Simon’s back.

“Do you want to talk?” Jace asks. Simon loosens their grip on Jace. He still can’t breathe, but the sick feeling is fading away. He tries for another breath, and it hurts a bit but it fills his lungs. The pain of their scar lessens. Jace is warm, but in a way that makes Simon want to stay that way forever. He doesn’t know why.

“It…It was just so bright, it was so warm. It was wrong. I—I couldn’t breathe,” Simon whispers. Jace brushes hair from Simon’s face. “I’m sorry. You were having a good time.”

“It’s fine, Si. You weren’t doing good and didn’t want people to know. I wanted to help. And you suffering doesn’t mean I have a good time. I care about you and want you to be comfortable.” Simon fully lets go of Jace and starts to rub on their scar. The remains of the turtleneck lay limp on his chest. He’s cold now without Jace’s warmth. While he may not miss the sun, he misses her arms around him.

Jace touches the back of Simon’s hand. Simon pulls his hand away from his neck, Simon holds onto Jace’s hand. They rub his hand with her thumb.

“Everybody stares at it.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Simon presses his forehead to Jace’s. Her hands are on the sides of Simon’s face. He’s warming again, Jace’s breath is warm on their cheeks and he’s finally able to breath easy.

“Thank you, Jace.”

“Of course,” she says softly. They sit there, with Jace breathing life into Simon’s dead bones, filling him with warmth better than the unforgiving rays of the sun that could’ve killed him such a short time ago.

#listen #characters with healing factors should have scars #if it’s complete cell replacement? fine i get it #but if it’s just super fast healing? scars should still be there #so yeah #give simon his scars #jace herondale #jimon #simon lewis #the mortal instruments #jace x simon #shadowhunters #magnus and izzy were debating over wether velvet is a monstrosity or not #(it is)

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ezra-autumn · 2 years

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Testosterone and Emotions:

I went on HRT with the knowledge that a lot of people report their emotional range changing and as someone who used to cry Every Day over pretty much everything, I was kind of relieved and excited about this.

Now, let me try and explain where I’m at now and what i’m experiencing now 4+ months on T.

My emotional range has completely changed. It’s not more limited, it’s just like not really comparable. It’s not on the same graph. It’s like trying to chart the sweetness of candy vs the sweetness of fruit. It’s apples and oranges or whatever people say. They’re not the same thing.

1) Fear: I can tell where the fear used to be and I can remember it, but when i’m in mildly scary situations it just isn’t there anymore. Walking to my car in a mostly empty parking garage at night, i’m aware it’s not totally safe and I’m wary, but I have to remember to be wary. I’m not just automatically on guard with adrenaline making me jumpy and my heart racing and stuff. There’s this weird feeling of like extra thick skin? i know it’s not physically different. I didn’t get magically stronger or less vulnerable or at any less risk, but I just don’t /feel/ vulnerable in the same way. I feel a little delusional-ly invincible in a way the reminds me of being a teenager and doing dumb shit just because it felt good to be alive.

2) Sadness/stress/etc. is all internal and implosive instead of external and explosive. I don’t feel any less sad over sad things or any less stressed over stressful things, but now I feel it in a sort of internalized sinkhole and a feeling of shutting down and my brain just like slowing and molasses-ing. Crying doesn’t come easily any if it does it’s like one tear after a long long while of feeling miserable.

3) sex drive: understanding for the first time in my entire life why people call sex a basic human need. I was kind of like take it or leave it about sex/masturbation before this and now it’s like a basic maintenance item on my list of stuff I have to do for myself to feel functional like showering and brushing my teeth and eating. It’s wild.

4) internal perceptions of my own strength: still figuring this out but when i forget to over-think it, i can open jars easier and lift stuff i wouldn’t have attempted before. I’m hoping i adjust to this enough to start being more confident about my ability to build and use more upper body strength soon. The weirder part of my adjusted self perception of my own strength is that intellectually i know i’d still lose most fights, but emotionally I’ve caught myself mentally up for a potential fight in a way I haven’t been since i was a kid. Even though i’m a nonviolent person and I definitely do not actually want to fight anyone, I’m like “yeah but i could though.” and I have to be like “sit tf down me, you would still lose and it would not be a good time.”

5) anger: still haven’t noticed anything there yet. Anger isn’t really on my emotional range that often. usually it’s tied to sensory overload for me and i’ve been working pretty hard on shaping my life to accommodate my sensory needs as much as possible.

#transition things #trans things #trans ftm #trans masc #nonbinary

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movedtodykedvonte · 3 years

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General Lord Headcanons

Super Sized Bitch

A lot more childish than let’s on

Like she’ll pout and whine and throw tantrums about one of the other lords being picked over her

Angelica from Rugrats kinnie

Wears her hat because she is sensitive to light

Like she won’t burn to death but gets really bad sunburn

Eats normal food sometimes but dips it in blood cause it’s classy

Will kneel down to let her daughters do her hair (it’s always a mess but it makes them happy)

Great hearing and smell but piss poor peripheral vision (why she couldn’t see Ethan at her window)

Her growth from the cadou was rapid and very painful and she hates to think it could happen again

Freaky Ass Psycho Doll + Donna

Repairs all the lords cloths

Sowing comes with the doll making hobbie

Is non verbal most of the time and either uses Angie or a little sign (Miranda got her a book and forced the other lords to learn)

Angie and the dolls do little shows for Donna like recitals and Donna claps along

Angie and Donna will argue as Angie is kinda her ID and Donna is the ego+superego

They always make up but when they haven’t yet Donna stress sows and Angie vents to her cute friends

Only eats like tea party food and candy. This is partly because Angie insists that’s all she needs (Angie means well but she’s a doll)

Most of the times she’s making faces at the other lords and even Miranda behind the veil

The cadou makes her loopy hence how unaware she seems, but when she comes back she’s super stressed and even hostile

Moronic Freak

Used to have great penmanship but the webbed fingers make it hard to hold a pen, let alone write

Is actually more comfortable in his fish form as the pain is more distributed and he can move faster in water

Will play back parts of Movies and shows to act like he’s having a conversation with the actors

Refuses to eat the fish in the reservoir cause as he says it “they are my bestest friends :,)”

Even has a specific 4 named after his siblings and a big fish named after Miranda. He likes them all better

Collects anything remotely shiny or reflective and probably has some really valuable things

Is sorta blind. Like he can see shapes far away but they are hella blurry. Up close is fine. (If Ethan hadn’t spoken when he looked he could’ve gotten away)

If you actually sat and talked to him, he’s actually really bitter and sardonic (and he has every right to be)

His transformation was actually really slow and agonizing and Mother Miranda watched him go from a intelligent doctor to his current state with scientific glee.

Miranda’s Biggest Threat

Is really just some fuckin dude. Like Miranda made him too normal in terms of cadou

He likes monsters and actually has some outside village contraband in the form of vintage monster flicks like Frankenstein (inspiration)

The lycans are like his 1000 pet dogs and he treats them like such. He doesn’t like having to put them down

Actually rarely uses his abilities. He hates being reminded about what Miranda did to him but sometimes his powers are just too handy

Eats like a high school boy. Literally his diet is just the worst junk stuff you can imagine and he does it on purpose cause Miranda wanted his body to be perfect as a vessel

This is also why he smokes cigars. He’d do anything to spite Miranda

His eyes can glow in the dark due to the electricity in his body.

If he’s riled up enough you can actually hear buzzing and crackling come from him and on rare occasions, visible sparks

His mutation was relatively painless but he can get overwhelmed by to many active machine parts. Like if he’s controlling it, it can cause major sensory overload

There’s a lot more but my brain is getting scrambled by my weather. 😔

#donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #re8 #resident evil village #salvatore moreau #lady dimitrescu #mother miranda #Moreau #alcina dimitrescu #angie the doll #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil

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sophiainspace · 3 years

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For the HC ask game, here’s a twofer, if you’re up for it: ColdWave + candy, and Spooner + perfume.

Have I shared this ColdWave sweets headcanon yet? It might - might - be based on the real life of me and the spouse. Not that that’s where I get half my ColdWave ideas, or anything. (Just don’t ask which of us is Mick and which of us is Len. Please.)

ColdWave + Candy

[The POV switch in the middle of this is totally fine because this is a headcanon not a ficlet and that’s my story and I’m sticking to it]

Mick likes sweet treats.

‘Likes’ may be an understatement. He can’t resist them. Literally can’t resist.

Sometimes, when Len gets up in the middle of the night for water, he finds Mick at the kitchen table, surrounded by empty boxes of Oreos and Chips Ahoy, halfway through the biggest Hershey bar Len’s ever seen. And Len just sighs and says, “I’ll find a better hiding place for the sweet shit.”

Mick reminds Len of a parrot that Lisa once persuaded him to buy for her. The bastard bird ate every bit of sweet food it could get its mean little talons on, wherever it was hidden in their tiny apartment. Len had to lock all the sweets away - literally, after the asshole learned how to open cabinet doors. The damn parrot lasted a few months, before Len told Lisa to find another home for it, and one of her friends took pity on her and adopted it. She wasn’t exactly heartbroken. She missed ice cream and chocolate.

Alas, Len can’t rehome Mick.

Not that he’d want to.

…Not most of the time.

So that’s how the tradition of the Secret Candy Stash is born. Len hides the candy. Mick gets to ask for a little candy at a time. Mick hates this, and is forever trying to defeat the system. But the latest hiding place has been working surprisingly well, for a few weeks now. Len had a brainwave about where to hide the stash this time. They’re not for nothing, his planning skills. Admittedly, they weren’t really meant for hiding food from Mick Rory, but they seem to be holding up.

Until Mick storms into the kitchen one day, and swipes half of Len’s blueprints off the table with a single sweep of his admittedly large hand. “That’s where you hid the candy?”

Len starts picking up papers. “Found the latest hiding spot, then?”

“It’s the damn hall closet!” Mick roars. “Right under my coat!”

“Indeed,” Len agrees. “Right under your nose, one might say. In a nondescript box that used to hold a pair of my shoes.” He turns his full attention back to his blueprints. “Ah well. I’ll just have to find somewhere else.”

Mick stomps back out of the room, muttering about how he’ll get Len back for this. Len just chuckles. Of course he won’t.

It gets better. Mick can’t find the next hiding place, no matter how many closets and cabinets he empties, roaring about how he needs candy.

“Go to the store,” Len drawls, smirking. Mick will not go to the store. Mick can never be bothered. It’s why the system works so well.

Mick stares daggers at him for a minute, and then stomps away again.

But it’s only a matter of time.

One day, Mick is looking for a pair of shoes in the hall closet, and comes across… the blessed, coveted, wonderful Secret Candy Stash. As he stares at the unburied treasure, he’d swear he can hear angels singing somewhere.

And then it hits him. The stash is the same spot as before. In the same box as before. Oh, sure, it’s a little further back in the closet, in the dark, but that’s the only effort Len has bothered to go to. “Does he think I’m that dumb?” Mick mutters. He prepares himself to rage at Len about how he should know better than to fall for Mick’s brainless act and underestimate him.

A second later, Mick realises how he can use this to his advantage. If not forever, then for a very long time.

Passing Len in the living room, Mick shoots him a very smug grin.

“What?” Len asks, his eyes suddenly narrow and shifty.

“Oh, nothing.”

Len looks at him in abject terror, but Mick isn’t letting go of this secret.

Carefully, slowly, a little at a time, Mick steals treats from the hiding place. Free access to candy, whenever he wants it. No killjoys to tell him “You’re going to ruin your dinner, Mick” or “You had candy yesterday, Mick,” as if any of that matters. He gets away with it for a hell of a lot longer than he thinks he’s going to.

Well, he is a very good thief.

When Len finally notices, there’s hell to pay. And never was anything more worth it.

Spooner + Perfume

She hates the stuff.

If it’s not bad enough that it sets off her chemical sensitivities and chronic fatigue, it gives her sensory overload, too. The days she has to spend lying in the dark to get over it all? Not worth someone else’s enjoyment of a damn smell.

She warns the Legends about this when she arrives on board. They promise to try to remember. And, to be fair, they do their best. Sometimes Spooner walks into the fabrication room after a mission in the 1950s, and she can tell it’s slipped someone’s mind, too focused on wearing an ‘era accurate’ outfit, complete with scent. But most of the time, the ship is a blissful perfume-free zone. It’s a relief, and one more way Spooner knows the Legends really want her to stay.

And then one day she’s waiting in line for the bathroom. Zari disappeared in there just as Spooner was arriving, so she knows she might be waiting a minute. She’s leaning against the wall, staring up at the ceiling, and thinking of asking Gideon to play the next episode of the zombie horror podcast she’s been listening to, when she gets the whiff of a damn scent. Honestly, Zari and her perfect outfits - she’s probably got so focused on looking good, she’s forgotten about—

Spooner blinks. That’s not just any scent. Whatever it is, it sends her tumbling back to childhood. Before Texas, even, when her mother didn’t know about Esperanza’s problems with perfume yet. Back when Spooner was tiny.

“Zari,” she calls out, “what perfume is that?”

There’s a pause. Then there’s a sound like a hand slapping a head, and Zari snaps, “Oh shit.”

Spooner snorts. Poor Zari. “It’s fine, Z. I mean, it’s not fine - you’re an asshole - but you just forgot.“

“I did!” Zari squeaks through the door. “I’m so sorry, Spooner—”

“Oh, shut up, Z,” Spooner cuts her off, laughing. “But I seriously gotta pee, so can you wash it off and get Gideon to fumigate in there, or something? And for fuck’s sake answer my question, would you?”

Over the sound of running water, Zari calls back, “Oh, right. It’s Chanel number 5. A classic. You know they started making this in the 1920s? I used to love it, but then they stopped making it, in my time - silly perfume trends and people thinking it was for old ladies - so when I got here I…”

Spooner stops listening, and just lets Zari’s words wash over her like the water that she can still hear running, and drifts away a little.

We can’t afford this, Celso.

Oh, don’t you worry about that, Gloria, sweetheart. It’s the new one you liked in the store, see? Now you smell as wonderful as you look. Doesn’t Mami smell beautiful, Esperanza?

It’s a full ten minutes before Zari finishes blowing all the perfume out of the bathroom with the air totem. Mostly to preserve her image, Spooner yells at her to get the fuck out of there. When Zari finally scuttles out, Spooner shoots her a grin. “Thanks for cleaning up in there.”

“Least I could do,” Zari shoots over her shoulder, from down the hallway.

“Yes, it damn well was.” And she steps into the - thankfully scent-less - bathroom, chuckling. Maybe a little wistfully.

#headcanon asks #mick rory #leonard snart #dccoldwave #spooner cruz #zari tarazi #gen #my fic #ficlet #the flash fanfic #legends of tomorrow fanfic #none of us can queue this alone

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bitchapalooza · 3 years

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Projecting my sensory issues onto fictional anime fucks because I can and because googling these makes me feel like this is an only me thing and I feel lonely on this so.. Yeah projecting time!!!!

America's finger tips and palms feel dry and suddenly certain fabrics are either too rough, soft, or its a mix of both at the same time. Some objects are too smooth too. His brain tells him that if he balls his hands up very tight, stiffens up his hands and fingers to make weird poses for a few seconds, hold his own hands or hold on to a body part(arm, leg, base of neck), or craning/cracking his neck will make it better and go away. He also has the constant need to wet his hands and let them drip dry and that becomes a cycle until the dryness stops. Very common sign of sensory overload but a meltdown doesnt always follow— sometimes he can distract himself if he realizes it early enough.

Veneziano cant touch fake christmas trees/wreaths. It doesnt feel right. He tries to force himself to touch them and his breathing just. Stops. If he cant breath, he cant feel it. Somehow????

Marshmallows and gummy candy(NOT gummy vitamins) make Germany gag the minute it hits his mouth and starts chewing. For one thing, the weirdly dry grainy, kinda powdery, texture of marshmallows makes him uncomfortable and the continuous chewing of both candies just make him need to gag more and more even though they haven't gone anywhere towards the back of his throat. He gets the compulsion to spit it out immediately and the basic need to swallow doesn't happen, he'd have to force himself to do so which has led to almost choking numerous times. He avoids them as much as possible. Gum is okay but not for longer than 20 minutes.

If the seams touch his fucking toes oNE MORE TIME, SWEDEN IS GOING TO FUCKING cry. He's going to aggressively take his shoes off and cry. And when he used to put his socks inside out to avoid the seam touching his toes, they couldn't be themed socks because of the thousands and thousands of strings on the inside. Had to be plain. AND his socks HAVE TO BE knee socks or close to the knee BUT IT CANNOT GO PAST HIS KNEE AND BUNCH UP IN THE CROOK WHEN HE WALKS. He can no longer wear socks that are close to his ankles, they just fall too easily and bunch up inside his shoe. But when his long socks are falling he just bends down and casually pulls em back up tight, so this is a very normal sight to behold.

Sealand will hold on to the cuffs of his jacket to make sure the seam is touching his palms and not his wrist. Its also to make sure his sleeves don't bunch up. And he'll continuously pull down the bottom of his jacket so it'll stay straight and go past his hips. His jackets also cant have strings to them, they really REALLY annoy him.

#this is all just shit i thought i was suuuuuuuper fucking weird for and its nice to find out its normal and i dont have to 'get over it'#but its not nice when it feels like these issues are just mine alone bc sites only list like vague issues or one specific sense #so yeah im gonna self project onto these anime fucks and try to make myself feel normal jxbdj #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hetalia america #hetalia veneziano #hetalia north italy #hetalia sweden #hetalia sealand #hetalia germany

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fakeloveaskblog · 3 years

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Janus!!!! You and Remus should go to play Lasertag!!! (is that how it's spelled? is that what it's called?) I'm sure Remus would love that!

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Janus: "Hmmm while I am not a big fan of the idea of lasertag it does sound like something he would like.......I shall give it a try"

Remus was banging on the vending machine right outside Picani's office to try and get some candy out. Janus was telling the vending machine it was a stupid piece of shit in support. They had just gotten out of their fake therapy session.

“HAHA!” Remus let out a triumphant laugh as he got the candy. He immediately lunged his goblin mouth down into the bag. Only stopping to ask if his friend wanted any. He said no.

“So...” Janus began. He fiddled with his gloves out of nervousness “I kind of had a falling out with a...friend a few days ago and I could- I mean- Maybe hanging out would I uhm help me to think of something else. IF You want to?! I am totally forcing you to hang out. No saying no allowed totally. Maybe lasertag would be fun?”

His friend had sugar all around his lips as he grinned “Of course J-anus! Anything for my snakey! Hey you can pretend the other people are your friend and fuck them up!!”

Janus didn’t get a chance to respond, his crush had already started to walk towards the entrance. He had a skip in his step and he was flapping his hands around.

“Oh I know a lasertag place not far away! I think I still have one of the highscores there!”

They took the bus to the place. They sat so they were facing each other instead of beside each other. Janus didn’t want to intrude too much on his personal space.

The lasertag place was half filled with teenagers and friend groups. Energy drinks and chips could be bought. On the wall a display of the records of the day, month and all time stood. On the tenth place on the all time records stood BUTTMASTER420.

“Aww I was on the 7th place the last time I was here” Remus pouted.

“It just means you have to get a new record today” Janus replied with a smile.

“That’s the spirit snakey!”

Remus once again paid for everything without giving his friend a chance to pay for himself. Janus felt a little embarrassed putting on the laser tag gear but seeing the stupidly big grin on his crush’s face easily made up for any negative feelings.

The game room was dark with only a few neon lights here and there. The fake walls and obstacles made so the players could duck from lasers were also clad in black. Hell even the fake pirate ship sitting in the corner for some reason was all in black!

The dudes were on the same team, the blue one. Along with some strangers. Even more strangers made up the red team. They had 30 seconds to find a starting position in the room before the 15 minute game started.

The moment they were let in Remus took Janus’ hand. He intertwined their fingers while holding his lasergun steadily in his other hand. He ran into the room, pulling his friend along, towards the pirate ship. To Jan’s surprise he ran past it and instead made them both hunch down behind a box.

“We can wait until some bitches have taken over the ship and then destroy them!! That way it’ll be even more exhilarating!” Remus whispered to him.

“Ah yes. The old stealing ship strategy. Done that many times” He replied sarcastically.

The signal went off showing the match had started. Remus let out a delighted squeal and shot up from the cover to shoot at people. His friend stayed hidden.

He saw a stranger running and stopped when they saw them. They aimed towards Remus who was currently laughing like a maniac. Janus aimed back at the stranger and somehow shot right on their chest. Before getting up and pulling his crush along to the nearest other cover, which happened to be a fake pillar.

Janus had a small smile on his face as adrenalin rushed through his veins “This is actually kind of...fun”

“Right??? I knew you’d like it!!”

Remus hit his ear a few times and kept blinking rapildy. There was so much sensory stuff going on it was making his skin feel like static. He usually had his headphones with him, but being with his friend was easily making up for the discomfort.

“Seems like a good time for mutiny” Janus suggested while glancing over to the pirate ship.

“Perfect time!”

They ran between covers. Remus was shooting at every single person he saw. Even blue ones. Janus’s gear beeped a few times showing he’d been shot. By the time he’d gotten to the pirate ship his crush was already crawling up the side of it like a rabid spider.

Janus let out a few panting breathes before walking up onto the ship. “Face your doom fuckers!” Remus was yelling while sprinting up to the people on the top of the ship.

A truly epic battle of shouting joking insults and shooting lasers began. No one was paying attention to Janus so he sneaked around them and sat down right at the highest point of the ship. He could see the whole room. Ah yes! This was true power!!! He proceeded to snipe at any little bitch he saw while his crush playfully barked at the other people until they gave up and left the ship.

Remus sat down and leaned his back against Janus’ so he had full sight of the other side of the room. He let out a cackle every time he hit someone. His laugh was like a chainsaw but Jan still adored it.

“This is almost as exciting as getting to plot revenge against people I will never actually hurt” Jan said.

“Indeed. There’s barely any difference between lasers and poison anyway!”

A few minutes went by, just enough so Janus could properly catch his goddamn breathe. before Remus suddenly jumped up on his feet and pulled in Janus’ shirt to get him to move as well.

“C’mon snakey just sitting safely isn’t exciting enough! We gotta jump back into the battlefield! Dive into the ocean of laser and lava!!”

Janus let out a sigh before holding out his hand so his crush could take it and pull him along to wherever he wanted. Which Remus promptly did. They jumped down from the ship and zigzagged across the room while lasers went here and there.

He slid to a stop against a wall. A loud beeping was going off to show it was only 2 minutes left. Remus let go of his friend to cover his ears. He still held up his smile.

“You feeling okay?” Jan asked.

“Mhm” He nodded and moved his hands away from his ears to instead aim at a few people from the red team “We gotta get in a few more points before it ends right”

“Right on it comrade”

They aimed at as many people as possible. Remus seemed a bit out of it but still chuckled when he got in a good hit.

A stranger ran past them. They stumbled against Remus for just a moment. Their hand landed on his lower back but they quickly continued past them to hide behind a cover.

The sudden push made Remus stumble forward. He froze. The gun hang in the wire connected to his gear. His eyes were wide as he stared down into the floor.

Janus stopped and looked back when he didn’t hear his crush’s laughter anymore. He let go of the gun when he saw the way Remus was holding his hand over his mouth and the way his chest was barely moving.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I...I can’t breathe” Remus let out between gasping breathes for air.

“Is the binder too tight? Ehm is it a sensory overload? What should I-” He rambled out in a panic.

“I can’t....I can’t breathe” Was all he could get out.

“Right. Right...Remus I am going to grab onto your shirt and lead you out of here okay? I won’t do anything more than that”

He waited for his friend to nod before lightly taking ahold of the arm of his shirt and walking through the room to the exit. He didn’t give any of the players running around as much as a chance of accientally touching Remus.

They left the lasertag building and sat down on the sidewalk behind it. Janus let go of his friend and gave him a bit of space. Remus buried his head in his hands while gasping for air.

“Do you need help with-” Janus began.

“I can...I can handle it” Remus interrupted.

His shoulders was shaking and his nails were digging down into his skin. Tears formed in his eyes and he immediately tried to force them away.

“This is so stupid” He mumbled “It was- They barely even touched me- it was an accident- It’s so stupid- so stupid”

“Don’t say that. Sensory overload isn’t anything stupid. It’s not something you can just force away with willpower. All the lights and sound was a bit much for me as well to be honest. So it’s not stupid for you to be overwhelemed either” Janus said in a soothing tone.

The tears kept buldiing up “No. No. It’s so stupid- It happened over a year ago- I should be past it- It’s so stupid”

A cold feeling spread through Janus as he realized it might not only have been a sensory overload but maybe something more close to a flashback. He scooted slightly closer while fiddling with his gloves. He was unsure of how to comfort him.

“I...When....” Janus took a deep breathe “It’s been almost a year since I moved out from my parent’s house...But when I had a window open a few nights ago and the wind suddenly made it slam shut...I...It reminded me so much of doors being slammed shut and....and....So all I could do for the next hours was hide under my blanket with my snake plushie. I knew I was alone in my own apartement...But my body still reacted like I was a teenager”

He stopped to regain his compuser.

“So Remus I promise that whatever you’re reacting to it’s not stupid. Nor is the way you are reacting. I know what’s it like”

Remus looked over at him, his eyes red from crying. “Can I hug you?” He asked with a hoarse voice.

Janus didn’t respond. He simply opened his arms and let Remus cuddle up against his chest. Jan moved his hand up and down his back and and pressed his face into his crush’s fluffy mess of a hair.

They sat in silence for a bit. Every now and then Remus sniffled but he didn’t try to move away. Sometimes Janus mumbled something meaningless but comforting.

Eventually Remus moved back. The tears had dried on his cheeks and his breathing was steady. He stood up and rubbed his palms against his eyes before standing up. Janus did as well.

“You should probably drink some water when you come home. So you don’t get a headache from the crying” He suggested.

“Thanks snakey” Remus let up into a small smile. He suddenly took out his phone and typed something “I ehm...I’m sending my adress to you. I know you’ve already walked me there. but in case you’d forgotten. And in which apartment number I live. I don’t have any job and i don’t sleep much so you can come at like anytime! Just to hang out. If you want!”

“Oh no I would absolutely despise having to spend time with a person I’ve already choosen to spend several very fun hours with”

Remus’ smile moved into a grin “Great! And uh next time we hang out after therapy we can do something you want. I know these past times we’ve done stuff I’m mostly interested so you can choose!”

Butterflies flied around in Janus’ chest “I would love to!”

“Maybe we can invite Remy as well!”

Both of them sighed at the same time “They’re so pretty”

They glanced at each other with blushing cheeks before letting up into laughter and giggling. By the end of it all the bad feelings left by the breakdown we’re gone.

Remus reached out and held Janus’ hand for a moment “Well I shall see you next time! Don’t die!”

He let go and started to walk away, a skip still in his step. “I’ll do my best!” Janus replied.

He stood still with a big goofy grin on his lips and with blush reaching up to his ears. He looked over to you with an excited look on his eyes.

Janus: “Did you see that!? He really does seem to like being with me! Oh I wonder where I’ll take Remy and Remus to hang out. Maybe a museum? Oh and his adress! Exscuse me I am not usually this excited but ahhh I can just go over and hang out?? Whenever I want to??? Should I? I want to! Should I go over to him this weekend? Is that normal? Is that okay?”

#this is meant to take place on the same day Janus did the goth makeover btw #so just feel free to imagine Janus in full goth makeup and in a swishy black skirt #dukeceit #demus #janus sanders #remus sanders #mini fic

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Okay so not a request, per say, but someone in the head canon chat on the discord asked for AABD (Angel/Asher/Babe/Davey) head canons and I wrote this thingy that was purely self-indulgent and inspired by my trip to the fair last night. (There’s a mention of ND characters in this, as well as a very brief mention of what could be read as sensory overload (not in detail), so if you don’t want to read that, skip the part in the paragraph that starts with “Babe” with asterisks around it!) AABD going to a fair/carnival together:

-Asher eats a simply inhuman amount of sugar while they're there in the form of overly-sugared funnel cake, cotton candy, lemonade that is probably toxic and tastes like rat poison but he drinks it anyways, a candy apple, and whatever else he can get his hands on. Babe and Davey try to stop him, but he keeps slipping away from the group and coming back with his hands covered in sugar and regret.

- Angel wants to go on all the biggest rides. Everyone else is all for it except Babe, who takes a little bit of convincing, but in the end they agree to go on all except the biggest ride. They've never actually been to an amusement park or a fair or anything before, so they've never really been on many rides before and that's why they're so reluctant, but they find out that they enjoy them a lot, not that that's enough to get them to go on the biggest one, because that one has a loop and Babe straight up refuses to even consider it.

- Babe drags them all down to see some of the events going on. My town has a horse show at the fair every year, but that could just be bc I live in a small town in the midwest lmao. Maybe there's a horse show, or a demolition derby, or a live band, whatever it is, Babe convinces them all to go watch for a little while while they take a break from all the lights and smells and bustling foot traffic of the main area. ***Angel and Davey especially appreciate this, bc as much fun as both of them were having, Angel in particular, I hc both of them to be ND (autistic Davey and autistic + ADD Angel) and they were starting to get overwhelmed by all the sensory input and all the people.***

- Davey grumbles about lots of things during the day, but he actually has a really great time. He's the one that makes sure that they go to one of the stands and get some real food in the middle of the day, though the best they can find is some hamburgers and corndogs with entirely too much grease. When they're about to leave, he slips away from the others and tells them he'll be right back without giving them an explanation. He goes to one of the stands where you play carnival games to win prizes and he wins a stuffed animal for each of the other three. Angel gets a stuffed raccoon, Babe gets a dolphin, and Asher gets a dog.

#redacted asmr #head canons #aabd #angel/asher/babe/davey #david shaw #asher #babe #angel

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theeyesinthenight · 4 years

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College Tips for Neurodivergence and Chronic Illness

Hey Everyone!I just wanted to talk for a minute about the stuff that I do to make college slightly easier to get through, and ask around for if anyone else has any advice.

Physically going to class:

1. Physical Calmness: Make a small physical maintenance travel bag that you carry with you EVERYWHERE. Include things like moisturizer, chapstick, cough drops/sucking candy, nail clippers, hair ties, eye drops, pain relief meds, sunglasses- anything that you frequently need to maintain you and your body’s ability to be calm. Sensory overload frequently becomes a thing on campus, and frequently overstimming on campus can make it really hard to want to go to class every day. I carry 6 ponytails, 2 chapstick, 4 advil, 4 sucking candies, 2 tampons, emergency ear plugs and earphones, gloves, moisturizer and sunglasses every day and I swear they make the difference between wanting to run crying out of my classroom and being able to hold on some days.

2. Make Checklists: Especially if you deal with executive function issues (like me!) you can build checklists for every day, repetitive tasks as well as normal to-dos to help you manage everything at once without forgetting anything. Don’t feel obliged to make the list pretty or perfect, just keep adding and refining the lists as you notice stuff you’ve forgotten or usually do. Write lists for literally everything. There is no shame to writing everything down. That being said, if you end up scheduling your days, always leave yourself an hour or two a day and like 10-15 minutes before crucial junctures so you aren’t stressed about running late and can actually unwind sometimes.

3. Eat: Some people will have meal plans, some will cook at home and bring stuff to school, but it’s absolutely fucking critical to chemical homeostasis (especially if you do what I do and wind up in class from like 10 am to 7 pm) to plan when and what you’ll eat- either by scheduling adequate meal breaks to go buy it, or packing it ahead of time. This is when lists can help: I remember to pack my lunch and snacks every morning or prep food for consumption when I get home only because I leave it on sticky notes on my phone when I go to sleep. Just drinking coffee nearly made me have an anxiety related melt down my freshman year before I realized that the constant feelings of a racing heart were only partially because of anxiety and were also because of the sheer amount of caffeine in my system. Eating healthy is also important, and will make you feel even better than just eating, but now is not the time to put yourself on a starvation diet just to lose 10 lbs. Eating high protein has helped some of my snacky issues as well as generally gives me more energy, and making my own mealprep at home- even my own muffins and cookies- generally are more healthy for my than what I get in the store. Fruit, cheese, lunch meat (or sliced cooked meat) and pickles or olives in endless combination work great for me as mindless snacky food, as does homemade popcorn (either in a skillet or costco bags) because it’s dirt cheap and you can put anything from seasoning salt to furikake and shredded dried pork on it. If you need help figuring out recipes, feel free to pm me! I’m good at working with nutritional and budgetary restraints. Pancakes are kind of a universal good.

4. Give yourself permission to leave: If you’re triggered, or seconds away from panic, GET UP AND LEAVE. College classes are not the same as high school classes, and most teachers are perfectly fine with you getting up to get water, or go to the bathroom, or cry in the bathroom. Try to make sure you go back to class most of the time, but if you’re really that stressed, also give yourself permission to leave.

5. Find a backup note system: There will be days that you cannot go to class. Accept this. Therefore, it is critical to find a way to make sure you always get the notes. Some colleges offer note taking assistance, some allow you to audio record lectures (check 1 and 2 party consent states first), and some leave you to your own devices, in which case, make a casual buddy to get notes from. You do not need to be besties with this person, Try to make sure you know how many days you actually have to go, and minimize grade damage when you can’t.

6. GET ENOUGH SLEEP. I cannot emphasize this enough; whether or not you’re taking medication, getting enough sleep is critical to pretty much everything that might be going on in your head- hormone issues, depression, autism, whatever. Your brain is going to be stressed out by the new environment and the additional, new problem solving that it has to do; help it make its best decisions. I literally wake up on less than 7 hours of sleep and consider selling my siblings on the black market. Don’t do it.

7. Be careful about Caffeine; Some people are more or less sensitive to caffeine, or forms of caffeine, don’t develop a coffee addiction just because it’s in vogue. Matcha seems to have the most stabilizing caffeine affect on my brain of all the caffeine options, though tea still works universally better than coffee. I also make my own “lattes” and cold brew at the beginning of the week and keep them in my fridge; a 2oz jar of matcha powder may cost like 60$ but it will make me about 90 cups of tea and last me two semesters especially if I mix in other kinds of cheaper teas in my morning; it’s certainly cheaper than starbucks- cups of latte come out to 95c and have about a third of the calories (which means I can drink more of them!) Which ties into;

8. Budgetting. You might be stressed out about money or make tons of tables and charts to try to deal with that stress; there are a lot of ways to cope with it, but my favorite method (and I still use a combination of these) for dealing with food and consumable stuff you need regularly like shampoo and soap or socks are: separate that money from everything else that you need to buy, then at the beginning of a semester

Go to Costco, a particular kind of “exotic” grocery store, or a farmers market. Buy and then freeze meat, vegetables, and fruit (if you use them in baked goods or in yogurt) or get prefrozen meat- make sure you’re checking the price/lb or K for the cheapest, and bags of either rice, flour, boxes of pasta (cheap carbs) and oil- i recommend having canola, it’s utilitarian for frying with a high flash point. If your budget isn’t tiny, this is a great time to also get dried (or canned but I don’t like the texture) beans, and canned meat or sauce if you actually eat it. The key is to get cheap bulk things that will last for a semester or five, and that are always on hand.

Take the rest of your food budget out in cash. Separate it into bundles for “each week”, put them in your wallet, and return the change to the jar when you’re done. It was always easier for me to visualize how much spending money for food that I had when I physically had the cash; it meant I didn’t overspend and it also meant that I started making better “investment” decisions; I’d buy cinnamon sticks one week, or good olive oil the next, instead of dropping a couple hundred dollars on ingredients I might have never used.

Do a similar bulk buy of products you know you use, and then leave the rest of that money- also in cash!- in a separate jar with a stickynote on top. When you have to use money for stuff from it, just stuff the receipt in the jar with the cash and do your accounting When You Have Brainspace.

I deal with other bigger accounting stuff over cards, but I try to limit one card to rent, insurance, school payments, big regular stuff that I autopay and always pay off, and one card to “emergency” stuff that I’m always working on paying off- think emergency dental work, car broke, etc. That one I do gig labor to cover when I can.

Anyone else, feel free to chime in! It’s super useful to have lists of tips and tricks!

#college tips #neurodivergence #neuroatypical #dealing with college

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ghosttotheparty · 3 years

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say my name and say it twice (cotton candy skies)

29. also on AO3 chapter twenty eight

Jens sighs heavily after shutting his bedroom softly, and turns, pressing his forehead to the cold wood that warms under his skin. He breathes deeply, shutting his eyes, his hand sliding to the pocket of his hoodie and his fingers wrapping around his phone before letting go and sliding back out. He steps back from the door, his eyes opening and looking across his room blearily, blinking in the fading sunlight streaming in from his window. He takes of his backpack, dropping it to the floor gently as he falls into his bed, pausing on his stomach for a second, his eyes closed, his arms folded under his head, before he rolls onto his side, curling into himself. One arm tucks under his head and his eyes open, looking up to the wall above his desk.

He can’t see all the art from the angle he’s at, but knowing it’s there is enough.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket after fishing for it under the fold of the thick fabric, and after a few seconds, raises it to his ear.

“Hey, beautiful,” Lucas’s voice says after the dial tone sounds twice. Jens smiled softly and his eyes close again.

“Hi,” he says.

“How are you?”

Jens’s sigh answers him.

Jens hears Lucas move, like he’s sliding down on his bed, and Lucas says “Okay,” with a light chuckle before saying in a gentle voice, “How’s your mom?”

“Fine.”

“Lotte?”

Jens sighs again, lifting his head enough to move his hair out of his face. He swallows, his fingers twisting in his hair. Lucas waits.

“She has a shutdown at the mall.”

Lucas hums.

“How is she now?”

“Okay. In her room.”

“You sound tired.”

“Not as tired as her.”

He hums again.

“What happened?” he asks after a few quiet seconds.

“Sensory overload. There were a lot more people we were expecting to be there. Too many lights and noises and stuff around her. Too much stimulation.”

He remembers how it started, how her eyes got foggy and unfocused and her shoulders lifted up high, how a quiet whine emitted from her throat and she pulled away every time someone or something bumped her shoulder. How she got slow, not responding when Jens or their mom asked a question. Her hand slowly lifted to hold his thumb loosely. He had to wrap his other fingers around her little hand to keep it there. She stumbled behind him a little, so he walked slowly.

Until her breathing got heavy, ragged, until he could hear her breathing over the talking and music and bustle of shoppers.

Soon after that he gently pulled her out of the store, signalling to him mom that they were going, leaving her with a basket full of clothes and school supplies.

They’d ended up on the floor against a wall outside the store, near the unopening elevators. He breathed slowly as she slid down the wall, her hair falling so hide her face, and he refrained from pushing it back.

“Hey, ladybug, look at me,” he’d said, angling his head to try and catch her eye as she turned toward the wall. Her fingers still clutched his thumb.

When she’d finally looked at him, he’d talked to her.

You’re okay. I’ve got you. I’m here.

He’d gently detached their hands and got her ear defenders and blanket out of his backpack, placing the headphones on her head, watching her eyes close, and then pulled the blanket over her, around her shoulders and head, tucked under her chin how she likes it. One of her hands grasped the place where the edges of the blanket met, gripping it tightly, and the other drifted until it found Jens’s, and Jens held it, placed her palm against his chest, and breathed in and out slowly, letting her feel his chest rise and fall.

By the time their mom had come out of the store, she’d practically deflated, laying against the wall with her eyes still closed.

He’d carried her out of the store. She’d fallen asleep in the car.

“Jens?”

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“What are you thinking?”

“Uhm...” He rolls over onto his back holding his phone against his ear. “I worry,” he says quietly.

“Tell me.”

“I mean... I know she’s only eight. And she gets help at school and outside of school and she’s already made progress. And we don’t have to worry about it right now. But when she grows up, I just... worry that I’m not always gonna be around for her. You know?”

“Does she have any idea what she wants to do?” Lucas asks.

Jens smiles.

“She’s just said she wants to live with me.”

He can sense Lucas smile.

“We can make that work,” Lucas says.

Jens’s eyes almost water.

“We?”

“You think we’re not going to love together?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think ahead that much.”

“Well we will. And we can have a spare room for Lotte if she wants to stay with us.”

“Yeah?” Jens breaths.

“Yeah.” He must take Jens’s silence as a go ahead to keeping going. He can’t see Jens’s wobbly smile. Or glistening eyes. “We can make the living room a studio. With a barre and floor for you and some easels and stuff for Lotte and me. We can make art together, the three of us.”

Jens squeezes his eyes shut and a tear rolls down his temple, catching in his hair, and he rolls into his side again.

“You said Lotte likes pancakes right?” Lucas asks, and Jens whispers a “Yeah,” not trusting his voice not to crack.

“We can make pancakes together and stuff. Have pancake nights.”

“Pancake is breakfast though.”

“Hm?” Lucas says, and Jens can hear his sass through the phone. “I thought anything was dinner. Are you a coward?”

A laugh bursts out of Jens and he covers his mouth with his free hand, his knees coming up so he’s curled up again.

“No, you’re right,” he says. “Keep going.”

“Pancake nights with movies or art. We can take her to the skating rink.”

“You remembered.”

“Of course.”

Jens wipes his cheek.

“I wanna kiss you,” he says quietly.

“You can on Thursday...” Lucas says in an almost sing-songy voice.

“That’s so far away,” Jens whines, aching to touch him.

“I know,” Lucas sighs. “But we can go on a little date. And then we can hang out during the weekend.”

“Yeah,” Jens says quietly. “Get you some cake.”

“Get us some cake.”

Jens hums in agreement.

“And coffee.”

“And kisses.”

#i typed this all on my phone forgive me for any typos #also next chapter is gonna be vvv long and im excited ive been looking forward to the next chapter for so long #in the meantime #i love you and i hope youre well #make sure youre eating and hydrating #<3 #vds #van der stoffels #van der stoffels fic #lucas van der heijden #jens stoffels #jens x lucas #sander wtfock #skam nl #wtfock fic #skam nl fic

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ratsoh-writes · 3 years

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My curiosity got me, so here is my submission for a match up. Sorry it’s so long! I look forward to seeing your reasoning.

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

MOM FRIEND: I’m the friend that is almost over prepared for any situation and is protective, usually keeping others out of too much trouble or danger, but not stopping them from doing that stupid thing. Some people will only learn from doing it and so long as it won’t seriously injure or kill them, go for it. And I mean I am seriously prepared for most situations: I have fluffy throw blankets and pillows in my car for those who get cold, extra towels just in case we somehow get wet, umbrellas/ponchos for those who need one, snacks/water just in case someone gets hungry/thirsty, first aid kit for small injuries, etc. Ironically, I am the only one without a kid so far.

Extension of this would be my habit to act as the friend “nurse.” Willing to spend hours taking care of a friend who isn’t feeling well and give platonic cuddles if needed.

Another extension of this is my need to feed anyone who comes over. I think my love language is acts of service after typing all this.

I’M LISTENING: Always willing to offer an ear, even if I don’t believe I can council you. Plus, for some reason, people just end up splurging life stories or something that is bothering them to me. My life is mostly spent as that Naruto meme: “I have no clue what is going on, but I’ll pretend that I do.” But I’m responsible about it, I won’t offer advice I’m not sure about and will usually refer you to someone else I feel is up to the task.

PATIENT: Earned after years in customer service dealing with toddlers disguised as customers and also with friends who far exceed my energy levels. It takes a good bit to anger me or very specific things to set me off, such as when I have asked you to please stop bringing up that stressful memory of mine again and again.

I am told I am terrifying when I’m actually pissed. Most times I don’t remember much when I actually snap, just that it happened, but details are fuzzy.

CHILL: My counselor once told me if I “Was any more laid back, I’d be on her floor.” And to a point, she is correct. My house was on fire and my reaction wasn’t panic at the time, it was this odd calm that even when I reported the fire to my sister and authorities, they didn’t believe me until I showed them said fire. I am reserved with those I don’t know well or are not comfortable around. Once I trust you or you get me on a topic I love, I’m surprisingly passionate and animated.

I feel this fits under here, but I also tend to do things at my own pace. And not much can change that pace, but I will get what I set out to do done.

WHY ME?: Too many people tell me I’m a natural leader, even got awards for it, but I never volunteer or want to be the leader in anything. Usually, I just end up in that role somehow, some way. Most times because I hate disorganized messes and those times the people I am with have trouble making concrete decisions and need some guidance to work out what they really want to do or the pressure to actually make a decision. I may be an unwilling leader, but I will step up if needed.

WHIMSICAL: Sarcasm, dry and sometimes cheesy humour, and an attitude to boot, but it’s rarely to be mean. Most times it is me being playful and if I’m teasing you, that usually is a sign I like you and enjoy your company. Plus, sometimes people need a little laugh or a spark of different emotion to get them out of a funk.

INTEGRITY: I could absolutely despise someone, but like hell I’m going watch them suffer. In the same sense, if I take a job, I will do it right and not half ass it. And far too many times I’ve had to step in and explain certain concepts in order to disperse negativity or help others see from another perspective to avoid adversity.

CUDDLE BUG: With people I am comfortable with, I am a cuddly person and do not mind a lot of skinship. I am used to friends hanging all over me. Plus, sometimes I just want to curl up someone as well.

STRENGTHS:

Observant

Good communication skills & honest

Responsible & reliable

Full Size Human Heater. I am ridiculously warm and always putting off heat. Friends and coworkers alike use me as a portable heater.

Surprisingly good at being sly and collecting information if needed, like getting a shoe or ring size without tipping the person off it’s for a gift. If they manage to call it, I always fess up and playfully make a fuss they ruined the surprise.

WEAKNESSES:

Terrible at lying, so I tend to simply keep my mouth shut instead

Willfully oblivious to flirting and absolute flustered mess once I am forced to recognize said flirting

Vast open waters terrify me

Tendency to keep my troubles to myself and try to solve problems on my own (don’t want to be a burden)

Can become despondent if I feel useless at times

HOBBIES:

ART: I’ve dabbled in several different medias, but my favorite is just a pencil or pen and any paper I can get my hands on. I love drawing figures in dynamic poses. Second favorite is sculptures built from wire.

COSTUMES: I love Halloween, since it is the perfect excuse to make and wear my homemade costumes. It also lets me challenge myself by making more complicated pieces like hooves, horns, and even chain mail.

BAKING/COOKING/CANDY MAKING: I’m the cook in the house and I love it. Seeing people enjoy my food is my favorite part. Just don’t ask me for a recipe, I literally don’t have any and I won’t remember what I did.

ORGANIZING/CLEANING: I love puzzle games like Tetris and Catherine, and I love a challenge. Combine the two by having me organize and rearrange a space to make it work and I am in heaven.

STORYTELLING: When a story needs to be told, I am the one asked to tell it. Specifically I have such an entertaining way of telling it according to others. Animated and colorful language, plus a few pit stops along the way with some side stories.

PET PEEVES:

CONTRARY: Do not tell me to do something while I am doing it. That will kill any motivation I had to do it.

BACKHANDED COMPLIMENTS: It is possible to compliment someone without insulting them or others at the same time. It just makes the compliment feel empty and negative. And I tend to just hum and not reward that behaviour.

TOO MUCH ATTENTION: I don’t mind attention… from people I trust and are comfortable with. Feel free to cuddle and coddle away. But vast amounts of attention from those I feel are strangers or acquaintances will unnerve me (I have literally left functions immediately where I walked in and was bombarded with shouts and attention aimed at me-sensory overload I guess).

ODD HABITS:

NESTING: No, I don’t think I have enough blankets and pillows. Yes, the giant stuffed animal is needed and his name is Snuffie.

CRUSH ME: I’m serious, some days I need one of my friends or my bf to just lay all their dead weight on top of me. It’s just oddly therapeutic.

NO, I’M NOT PREGNANT: Just cause I ate that jar of olives in one sitting or suddenly was craving jalapeno juice and crushed ramen noodles. There are never enough pickles and yes, I am determined to try every kind–I may have a vinegar addiction.

IRONY: I bake some of the tastiest, sweetest desserts and make pralines and caramels, YET I myself do not favor sweet things.

HANDS: One thing I tended to do with nearly every boyfriend and guy friend I had was play with their hands and put their hands on my face/head. I lived for being pet and having people play with my hair.

NONVERBAL MOMENTS: Sometimes words are just too much, so I instead make sounds. Can be anywhere from a growl to a cat like noise, or the reliable “Nyeh.”

NO NOs:

I think I listed a few as I went through everything else, but ignoring boundaries is the main one. If I tell you I’m not comfortable with something, do not make me repeat myself. And usually that something is given a pass the first few times it is done before I say something and explain why I’m not comfortable with it.

Example: I have thick, curly hair, a product of my mixed heritage. Well, sometimes I like to straighten it and I did just that one day. Well, a coworker decided to make a backhanded compliment, stating I should stick to what works: straight hair over my natural hair. I had gotten on him about it, but I decided to vent to a friend about what happened as well. She proceeded to constantly repeat those hurtful words and while I knew she meant it playfully during those times, I had to stop her and sit her down, explain I don’t find it funny cause the words are linked to a hurtful, possibly racist memory that I didn’t want brought up again and again. Thankfully she understood and stopped. So, I don’t snap immediately and I understand sometimes a sit down needs to be done.

Ok first of all I gotta say that I absolutely loved reading your matchup!!! It’s so well organized, detailed, and the descriptions are pretty creative!!! Do you do any writing yourself, because you should!!! alright, geek out moment over.

i’ve got three guys you’re perfect for, but let’s go for the obvious one. HONEY!!

You’ve checked off everything on honey’s list: caring, organized, laid back, and good for cuddling. Now here’s what he has to offer to the table: he will cuddle you back. This guy is the ultimate cuddle slut. You’ll never feel unloved with him. Honey is also a very thoughtful and appreciative guy. He likes caring for his partners. You may be the mom friend, but he’ll do his best to return that love as well.

Honey is a little awkward, but he’s also sensitive and empathetic to how others feel. If he puts his foot in his mouth, just tell him and he’ll never bring it up again. Plus this guy is just so honest and genuine that backhanded compliments aren't really a thing with him.

Also you like costumes!!! He’s always wanted to try cosplay or theatre. You just might be the person to give him the courage to finally stick to one.

dating honey includes:

cuddles upon heaps of soft things. He has his own collections of ridiculously soft blankets and pillows that he’ll happily add to your collection. Honey is also a master at pillow forts.

honey is a good listener. He’ll be happy to just sit back and enjoy the stories you tell. There is start though, who is also the storyteller of the underswap home. Any funny story you give about your time together will be rewarded by star with a funny story from his and honey’s childhood, much to honey’s embarrassment

if you don't really like sweet things but love baking them, then honey and star will happily finish them for you. People are usually surprised about how just how much skeleton monsters can pack away.

he’s a picky eater and will give you the wtf face when you fufil your weird cravings though lol

Oh! Also if you’re wondering, the other two would’ve been either oak or coffee

#undertale imagines #underswap #matchups #submission

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